"Had
a nice Christmas?"
"Yes,
not bad, and you?"
"Yes,
not bad," she said.
And
so it goes along.
Relatives
all meet, and smile,
relatively
boring, all the while,
eating
enough to sink a famine ship,
drinking
so much, the oceans start to dip.
Bringing
a glittering bonhomie to play.
Claiming
false Christianity, one day.
Desperately
buying, into debt,
wrapping
up gifts, for people they forget,
jollificating
winter frost, with holly,
toying
with tinsel pleasure, hopes and folly.
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